My dad had an affair with my fiancée right before our wedding. I acted normal until we reached the altar. And when it came to «I do»… My action stunned everyone ….

It was one of those perfect father-son moments that I thought we’d be sharing for many years to come. Around 10.30 that night, my father excused himself to use the restroom, leaving his iPhone unlocked on the table beside his coffee cup. I wasn’t trying to snoop, but when a text message notification popped up on his screen, my eyes naturally glanced over.

What I saw made my blood run cold and changed everything I thought I knew about the two people I trusted most in the world. The message was from Megan, sent at 10.28pm. It read, Thank you for the unforgettable night Robert. The way your lips explored every part of me won’t leave my mind.

I can’t wait for the next time. You’re incredible. P.S. Our story will be our secret.

Attached to the message was a photo that left no room for doubt or misinterpretation. It was a clear, intimate picture of the two of them together in what looked like a hotel room, taken just the night before. In that single moment, my entire world collapsed.

The woman I was supposed to marry in less than 12 hours had been sleeping with my own father. The man I had looked up to my entire life had betrayed not only me, but also my mother, who was probably at that very moment helping Megan get ready for what she thought would be the happiest day of her son’s life. I sat there staring at that phone screen, feeling like I was having an out-of-body experience.

My hands were shaking, but my mind was surprisingly clear. This wasn’t some drunk mistake or moment of weakness. The timestamp on the photo metadata showed it was taken at 11.47pm the previous night, which meant they had planned this while I was at my bachelor party with my groomsmen at Wrigley Field, watching the Cubs lose to the Cardinals and toasting to my future happiness.

When my father returned from the bathroom, I had already taken several photos of his phone screen with my own device. Years of working in software development had taught me the importance of documentation and backup systems. I managed to keep my voice steady as I told him I was exhausted and needed to get some sleep before the big day.

He patted my shoulder and said, Get some rest, son. Tomorrow’s going to be the best day of your life. The irony was almost unbearable.

After Robert left for his own room, I sat on the edge of the bed and let the full weight of the betrayal sink in. I thought about all the times over the past few months when I had noticed small things that didn’t quite add up. Megan had been working late more frequently, claiming her marketing firm was landing bigger clients.

My father had been taking more business trips to Milwaukee, saying the real estate market there was heating up. There had been knowing glances between them at family dinners, inside jokes that seemed to exclude everyone else, and a new perfume that Megan wore that my father had complimented a little too enthusiastically. I had dismissed all of these red flags because I trusted them completely…